Walking down the street the other day and I stop to crouch and tie my shoe laces properly as one was coming loose. I get up and suddenly to my side is what can only be described as a giant old man, who looked exactly as I would imagine Father Christmas to look like (beard and all), except he was wearing a long black coat and ragged snow hat and gloves. In a suitably deep and old english accent, he says to me in a very slow and elongated fashion, "Did you have a coin for a cup of tea?". Still in a bizarre state of awe, I pause for what seems like an eternity untill I realise he was asking me a question. I say "Sorry, I don't have anything" and slowly walk off, accelerating to a slight jog a few yards later.
I don't exactly live in a very nice neigbourhood, but this guy definitely was not from around here.